Chapter 3: Leaked tape
The video arrived on a Tuesday night, nine months after Austin. Mariana was sprawled across her couch in Chicago, laptop balanced on her stomach, a glass of wine going warm on the floor, when the notification slid in from an anonymous account. A direct message. No text, just a link and a thumbnail that made her breath stall.
She recognized the apartment. The exposed brick painted white, the string lights over the window, the corner of the broken bed frame visible against the far wall, a piece she remembered from her own visit, splintered and half disassembled. And she recognized the woman in the frame, mid-motion, skin slick with sweat, brown hair caught in a wild tangle across her shoulders, breasts heavy and bare, that black velvet romper bunched around her waist like a ruined afterthought.
Mariana clicked play.
The timestamp in the corner read 11:47 PM, the night before the flight she and the other girl had taken. The night before they landed in Austin with an eager, laughing Jade who had hugged them at the baggage claim and chattered about brunch spots.
On screen, Jade rode the man from the rooftop bar, the same athlete, his hands gripping her hips with the desperate strength of a drowning man. The phone that recorded this sat propped on the dresser, angled so the whole bed filled the frame. The mattress had lifted itself off the frame, pushed and shoved and bucked so hard it had snapped the slats. Jade didn't seem to notice. She didn't seem to notice anything except the cock buried inside her.
"You want to cum?" Jade's voice came through the tinny speakers, that same high, girly pitch, but drop away, honeyed and cruel. "You want to fill me up, baby? Put your hand on my throat. Do it. Do it now."
The man's hand came up, trembling, fingers closing around her neck. Jade smiled, slow and sweet, then rolled her hips in a motion that lifted her off him and slammed her back down so hard the frame cracked again. The sound was audible. A sickening, delicious crunch.
Mariana watched for forty-three minutes without blinking once.
She watched Jade take him in her mouth, saw that small, beautiful face go slack and open, watched her own lips stretch impossibly wide around a cock that looked too thick for anyone to manage. Jade gagged, tears streaming black mascara down her cheeks, and she moaned through it, a wet, debauched sound that vibrated around the shaft and made the man's legs shake. She kept her hands behind her back. She didn't touch him once. She just worked him, bobbing and twisting, dragging the flat of her tongue along the underside, and when she pulled off, a string of saliva connected her lower lip to the glistening head of his cock.
"Not yet," she whispered, stroking him with just two fingers while she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "I'm not done."
She was naked except for that romper, hanging open, the deep V gaping wide enough to show every inch of her tanned cleavage. The velvet was drenched, dark with sweat and fluids, clinging to her stomach. She turned around, bent over the dresser where the phone lay, and spread herself for the camera, giving the lens a full view of her dripping cunt. She reached back and spread herself with two fingers, showing off, a dirty grin on those gorgeous lips.
"Come here and fuck me from behind," she said. "I want you to watch it go in."
The man crossed the room, his own feet unsteady. Mariana watched him line himself up, watched Jade's whole body shiver as he entered her, heard her gasp and then moan, a filthy, satisfied noise. He thrust, and Jade braced against the dresser, and the phone wobbled but stayed upright. Her face was right there in the frame. Mariana saw every expression flicker across it, the concentration, the pleasure, the almost bored patience when he started to slow down.
She grabbed his hips herself and started slamming back against him.
"Harder," she demanded. "You're not going to break me, baby. Give me everything you've got."
He did. And then he pulled out, cumming across her back, thick and white, painting her spine and the ruined velvet of the romper. Jade laughed, light and airy, a girl's laugh, and wiped the cum off her ass with one finger and licked it clean.
"Round two," she said. "On the bed. Let's break it properly this time."
Mariana watched the bed finally collapse. Watched the frame give way with a groan like a wounded animal, and Jade laugh again as she rolled with it, landing on top of the man, straddling his chest, grinding her soaked cunt along his stomach. She leaned forward, letting her breasts fall against his face, and he grabbed them, squeezing, and she sighed with satisfaction.
"You're doing so good," she cooed. "I love a man who can keep up with me."
The video kept going. Forty more minutes. Another cumshot, this one across her mouth and chin, and Jade caught it with her tongue, then swallowed and opened her mouth to show it gone. She was tireless. She went limp only at the end, when the man had collapsed into unconsciousness, snoring on the ruined mattress, and Jade straddled his face with her thighs on either side of his head, grinding herself against his mouth for one last, slow orgasm that made her whole body shake.
She looked into the camera for a single moment at the end. Looked straight at it, straight through the lens, straight into Mariana's eyes, nine months later and a thousand miles away, and she winked.
Then the video cut to black.
Mariana sat in the dark of her living room. The video had ended. She hadn't moved. Her wine sat forgotten. Her phone buzzed on the armrest, and she looked down.
The other girl. Their group chat. A single message: did you see it
Mariana stared at those three words. She thought of Jade in that tiny studio, all five foot two of her, those big brown eyes, that sweet high voice, that innocent, girly laugh. She thought of the way Jade had emerged naked from the bathroom without a flicker of shame, the creaky bed, the stain on the mattress, the destroyed romper she'd found crumpled on the floor the next morning.
She thought of what she had watched for an hour and a half without looking away once.
Yeah, she typed back. I saw it.
Her thumb hovered. Another message came through.
The other girl: I can't believe that's the same person. She looks like a princess. She fucks like an animal. I feel sick.
Mariana set the phone in her lap. She pressed play on the video again. The thumbnail reappeared, Jade's face frozen mid-moan, mouth open, eyes half closed, the velvet romper a ruined black rag around her waist.
She watched it again.